Priests of the Wild West Part 2 Draft

That time had come again, so tension was high in the western town of Duellat. Two opponents stood opposite each other, both ready to draw their firearm, yet both anxiously waiting for their specific signal.

And to be frank, Franky really also didn’t want to have to duel anyone, let alone try to shoot him with a gun. He somewhat regretted giving his goddess Nagisa the idea for the priests to visit a western town, since he really didn't expect the situation to devolve into an all out duel competition, but here he was.

“Attention Duellists! The third round of Nagisa’s western cup of fate is about to begin. To the duellists Franky and Carson: “Please take your positions 10 meters apart from each other and ready your weapons.”

Both of them drew their weapon, yet that didn’t reassure either of them.

“As Franky has already won the allegiance of one other contestant and has been partly transformed, he may use his servant in this duel even the playing field. Any last questions?”

“Uhm… yeah?” Carson said, scratching the back of his head. “I mean… I see the Harpy servant, but… uhm… Franky doesn’t exactly look partially transformed. I also have not had the opportunity to watch round 1 yet. Can someone tell me what happened there?”

“Ahaha…” The sand-winged harpy fluttered down from a nearby room, landing on the ground next to Franky. Though Franky looks more ashamed than anything.

“I don’t want to talk about round 1 right now…” Frank let out.

“Huh? What happened?!?” Carson pressed further.

“No more questions? Then… begin!”

“Huh?” “Hu?” “Wha…?” All three of them totally panicked when the goddess suddenly gave the signal, making the two human contestants fumble to get their weapons pointed at each other again.

Peng! Peng!

Though the results of this shoot off were much more decisive, because two people immediately crumbled to the ground. Carson had to hold his chest tightly as the bullet seemingly hit dead center on his chest, but also… the harpy fell to her knees, as she had seemingly blocked the bullet with both of her wings to deflect it from Franky.

“Ugh… that's a rough start for me…” Carson complained, but made sure not to make the same mistake as the people before him, so he tried to keep his eyes locked on his opponent. Though the pressure on his chest was still steadily increasing, so much so that even his shirt couldn’t withstand it for very long.

“Roze! Roze! Are you okay?” Franky let out, though the Harpy did seem like she was out of commission for a little while. So while the weight on Carson’s chest seemed to increase exponentially, he still tried to silently aim with his gun again in order to get a revenge shot.

Peng! Peng!

“Ah!”

“Hnnah!”

Carson hit with at least one of the shots, though he wasn’t quite sure if he hit on the guy’s leg or higher up. Though at almost the same time Carson’s breasts erupted in a final glorious burst, completely ripping apart that little shirt he was wearing.

Franky on the other hand had realized that he had made a mistake and was now paying for it. After a loud gun noise and a sharp pain in his hips, he knew that he was about to change as well for the first time.

And what a change it was, as Franky immediately felt alien in his own skin, after it seemingly vaporized all of his body hair under the harsh sunlight, yet somehow even boosted his skin's softness by a considerable amount. And that is not even talking about how his thighs are definitely gaining in volume, but he had no time for that.

He was in the middle of a duel and needed to win to keep his manhood.

“Master! I’ll go in! Cover me!” Roze the harpy suddenly announced, jumping off the ground and fluttering into the sky, only that she seemingly still miscalculated how numb her wings were after her defensive maneuver, so her flight looked… a little strange.

Yet it looked like Carson took the bait, as he finally took his eyes off Franky to focus on the weirdly flying harpy, before taking a shot at her instead of him, which Carson immediately took advantage of.

Peng! Peng!

Peng!

Roze, having been hit twice more, tumbled out of the sky and landed on the floor with swirling eyes, clearly in no condition to fight anymore. Yet her maneuver at least gave Franky a clean shot, that he sadly kinda butchered. He hit Carson’s leg and blasted his pants away, but other than maybe changing his legs into becoming smooth and hairless that shot didn’t do a lot.

“So it’s a one on one now.” Carson lets out, making Franky ask himself if he even noticed that half of his clothes were already missing.

“Looks like it. May the better Duelist win.” Franky replied out of courtesy. Though if Carson held himself so well against Roze and him, then it gave him the feeling that he was a bit outmatched here.

“Well… Better stop me quickly!” Carson suddenly shouted and dashed towards franky with a sprint like he was giving it his all, making Franky panic for a second as he tried to ready and aim his gun at the running opponent, yet…

“Too slow!”

Peng! Peng!

“Agn…” Franky could only hold his chest as the pain and pleasure spread from his core, not even paying attention to his opponent anymore. Which in hindsight wasn’t a great idea as…

Thunk!

Next thing that happened, Carson tackled Franky to the ground and sat himself on top of Franky, while that guy was still lost in the feeling of breast sprouting from his chest for the first time in his life, thanks to the shot he received before.

“I think this is over.” Carson said, aiming directly for Frankie’s head, before…

Peng!

…shooting him at point blank. This once again shook Franky to the core, though the much more interesting feeling was when his hair expanded so fast because of that shot, that it looked like the blast's shockwave made it flutter in the wind, which even stunned Carson for a moment.

And who could blame him? After all, he was now having front seats on a guy turning into a cute girl right in front of his eyes. And right under his butt, since he was still sitting on top of his opponent…

“Yeah… I should end this…” He said, made a bit of space under him, aimed for the sacred gun of his opponent and…

Peng!

…turned it into a holster with just one precise shot.

“Congratulations Carson! You have won this duel and with that ownership over Stella. Good luck on your next round!”

"Huh? Wait what?!?" Roze suddenly perked up from the ground, looking to the right and left confused before her eyes fell upon the half naked Carson, riding on top of the panting girl Roze had called her master until just a few moments ago. “...should I ask what you are doing, new master…?”

“...I don’t want to talk about it, okay?” Was all he could reply. Though that still left him to wonder… what the hell happened in the first round.

— the first round —

“...and begin!” The announcer voice declared, causing both duelists to aim their weapons, before Robert laughed, lowered his weapon against the palm of his other hand and said: “Haha~ Let’s not be so serious about this. Here, I have a lot more experience with this sort of thing, so I don’t mind giving you the first sho…”

“Peng!”

“Auh… What the…?” Robert panicked, having accidentally touched the trigger of his weapon and shot himself in the hand, now causing both arms to rapidly expand with feathers. To which he seemed like he was struggling more and more to hold his weapon until…

“Wha…”

“Peng!”

“Ack… my legs…” When the gun dropped to the floor and went off, it naturally hit Robers leg, which then naturally began to shrink and contort into that of a bird's leg. Though hopping around on one contorted leg was definitely a bad idea, as he then stepped on the gun once again, causing it to aim at his crotch and…

“Peng!”

“Congratulations Franky! You have won this duel and with that ownership over Roze…”

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The time has come, the sun stands high and it is round 3 of the amazing Priest wild west shoot off tournament! And this time it may end with a giant… wait… what happened in round 1 anyway?